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[kaedeharakaori]

𝐖𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆

The wind never ceased along the cliffs, bending the vines and rattling the stone walls of the forgotten estate.

Rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming a rhythm that seemed to echo from the past. It was here, amidst tangled gardens and crumbling ruins, that the storms of desire and revenge would collide.

Scaramouche returned not as the boy who had vanished from her life, but as a figure shaped by fire and shadow, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.

And Lumine, caught between the chaos of the storm and the gentle calm of reason, would soon learn that some passions could not be tamed - and some obsessions would not forgive.

-

Scaramouche x Wuthering Heights

A genshin impact crossover inspired by Emily Brontë's 1847 Wuthering Heights Novel.

[kaedeharakaori]

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

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SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown." Luther started, standing up straight to gather everyone's attention. "Say a few words to Dad and Mika, just at Dad's favourite spot."

"Wait, why are you including Mika in the memorial service? She's not even dead." Vanya asked Luther her eyes narrowing coldy, upset that he was pronouncing her sister dead when they all have no information on her status.

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asked brushing off the topic of their sister, and faked a surprised look that their stone cold father took a liking to something. "You know, under the oak tree." The big man replied.

"We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" He asked, genuinely curious that perhaps none of his other siblings spent time with dear old Reggie.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus drunkenly walked to the couches, each hand was carrying some sort of alcohol that he found in the cupboards of the bar he was in a few minutes ago. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." He finished, taking the attention off of Luther, smoking a cigar as he was about to sit beside Vanya.

As the siblings continue to bicker around whether or not they stole each other's stuff, stop smoking because their father never allowed it, alcohol splashing due to Klaus' unstable hands, Luther sighed and spoke up.

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego asked, uninterested and focused on the shine of his knives instead.

"Like the way he died." Luther finished, Diego took a deep breath, looked down, and whispered, "And here we go."

The siblings continued to discuss the possible ways their father died, throwing questions here and there, if the cause was a heart attack or murder.

Luther finally turned to Klaus, "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad." Klaus' eyes widened at his request, pointing to himself, silently asking if he was the one that Luther was talking to.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'" He teased his brother, Luther, fed up with Klaus' shenanigans asked him, "Since when? That's your thing."

"I'm not in the right... frame of mind." Klaus, holding a glass of alcohol replied to Luther.

"You're high?" Allison cut him off, breathing the silence she was sitting in since the whole conversation started.

Laughing at his sister's retort, he cheered, "Yeah! Yeah!" Gesturing his hand around to all his siblings, "I mean, How are you not, listening to all this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important." Luther comanded, authority lingering in his tone.

At that point in the conversation, the monocle was brought up once again, Diego and Luther going head-to-head in their argument about the tiny piece glass, debating if it was important or not. Something snapped in Diego, realizing what Luther was hinting at.

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked, so done with the all the talking Luther was doing.

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad." Diego stated, looking up at his taller brother in the eyes, Luther swallowing the lump that was in his throat due to Diego's blunt announcement.

The other siblings in the room looked at Luther, dissapointment was clear in their eyes. "How could you think that?" Vanya finally spoke.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego taunted.

Luther's siblings were fed up with all of his accusations, feeling betrayed by her own brother, Vanya stood up to leave the common room and Diego followed suit.

With a sigh, Klaus stood up, alcohol in his right hand and the cigarette in his left, he didn't even glance at Luther to have the last word. "You're crazy, man. You're crazy."

"Okay, well, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back." Klaus' voice echoed as he exited the room.

Allison was the last to stand up, walks past Luther and completely ignored his calls to any of his siblings.

-

17 years ago.

Somewhere, 2002.

Outside of a national bank, to what seems like a crime scene, a news reporter stood tall, mic in hand, relaying the news to a live camera.

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."

The bank was a scene of chaos. Alarms blared, hostages cowered in fear, and armed robbers barked orders. The Umbrella Academy siblings, clad in their distinctive uniforms, burst through the main doors, ready to take action.

Luther, the powerhouse of the group, led the charge. He immediately engaged the nearest robbers, using his immense strength to hurl them across the room. They crashed into walls and furniture, their weapons scattering.

Allison entered the scene with her poised demeanor, stepped forward. She locked eyes with one of the gunmen. "I heard a rumor," she said with a chilling calmness, "that you shot your friend in the foot." The gunman's expression glazed over, and he turned, firing his weapon at his accomplice. The other hostages gasped in shock as the scene unfolded.

Meanwhile, Diego continued to dispatch enemies with his knives, relishing the chaos. "Guns are for sissies," he shouted over the din. "Real men throw knives!"

In the main lobby, Five picked up a stapler from a nearby desk. He examined it for a moment before smirking, blinking to replace the gun that the robber was holding with the stapler. "Hey, that's one badass stapler." He quipped, as he teleported in front of the robber and using the stapler to knock him out, giving Mika, who was standing next to the counter, a high five.

Five and Mika moved together like a well-oiled machine. Five blinked in and out of existence, teleporting short distances to disarm and confuse the robbers. Mika, with a mischievous smile, followed closely behind. She caught the eye of a particularly nervous gunman.

"Hey cutie," she cooed, her voice carrying a melodic, enchanting quality. "Want to hear a song?" The gunman hesitated, lowering his weapon, entranced by her voice. Five seized the opportunity, appearing beside the distracted man and knocking him out with a swift punch.

The Umbrella Academy kids all gathered up in front of an office, Ben, a bit hesitant to do what he had to, asked his siblings, "Do we really have to do this?"

Before he entered the office, he sighed and held the door knob, "I didn't sign up for this."

Ben finally enters the bank's office area, summoned his monstrous tentacles. The spectral limbs lashed out, grabbing robbers and slamming them into walls. Papers and office supplies flew everywhere as the robbers struggled in vain against the powerful appendages.

After the blood curling screams died down, the door was slightly pushed opened to reveal a little bloodied Ben, he quietly asked his siblings who were waiting patiently outside, "Can we go home now?"

The reporter from earlier was still live, "People are coming out now, It's not the armed robbers. These are young schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on. This is Jim Hellerman, Channel 2 News."

The seven kids were posing outside of the bank, and as reporters surrounded them, Mika got a bit frightened with the amount of camera flashes directed at them.

Five, who was between Mika and Ben, shifted in front of Mika slightly to cover her from the flashing lights. He turned his head a bit to look at her and called out, "Hey, its okay. I got you."

Mika greatly appreciated the gesture as the reporters continue to call out to them, "How did you get in the bank?" or "What happened inside?"

On the roof of a building stood Sir Reginald Hargreeves with this scope, watching his other children from afar. Vanya, who stood beside her father asked, "Why can't I go play with the others?"

"We've been through this before, Number Seven." Her father replied to her, slowly lowering the scope that he was looking into. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

"Oh." Was all Vanya could ever say.

Sir Reginald went down from the rooftop he was staying at to make his way through all the reporters, standing proudly in front of the Umbrella Academy.

"Our world is changing. Has changed." He started his announcement as cameras aggressively flashed, taking millions of photos of the eccentric billionaire. Five, worried about the girl behind him, extended his hand towards her, hoping that the little gesture would calm her nerves.

"There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children." He paused, building up the suspension in the air.

"I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

End

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Hello, my dear readers

I hope you liked the small

flashback and introduction

of the Umbrella Academy

to the world.

I'd like to think that Mika

and Five shared something

special in that vulnerable

moment that happened

after the mission.

When will Five come home?

Will Mika wake up before

Five comes back?

We'll never know.

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔

You wake to the sound of wind.

Not birdsong. Not voices. Not machines or distant footsteps or the low hum of a healer's ward.

Only wind.

Sharp, restless, living wind. It presses against your skin before your eyes even open. Cold, biting. Like something waiting for you to move. Like something that's been watching.

You try to sit up. Your limbs scream. Your head throbs.

You were supposed to be asleep. Still dreaming.

You remember falling.

You remember her—Celeste, her voice a ribbon around your throat, a lullaby made of thunder. You remember her eyes before they closed.

And then nothing.

Fourteen years. Gone.

They tell you you haven't aged a day.

They tell you it's a miracle.

They don't tell you why the wind has followed you since.

They don't tell you why your name is missing from every prayer, every hymn, every statue.

The wind does not leave you alone.

You walk through Mondstadt like a ghost. The cobblestones remember you, but the people don't. They smile too kindly, too carefully. Like you're something fragile. Like they're afraid they'll shatter you if they speak too loud.

Even Jean looks at you like she's speaking to a memory.

You ask for the year. You regret it.

Everything hurts.

Everything has changed.

And the world keeps moving like it doesn't even notice you've come back.

But the wind notices.

Always.

It moves when you move. It stills when you cry. Sometimes it whispers in your ears when you're alone—not words, but a sound so familiar you ache.

It knows something you don't.

And it wants you to remember.

-

You meet him on the third day.

He doesn't introduce himself.

He doesn't have to.

The lyre gives him away first, followed by the green. His eyes. His hood. The strange, lazy smile.

The songs.

He sings in the plaza like he doesn't care who listens. He hums like the world isn't falling apart under your feet.

You hate him instantly.

But the wind curls around him like it knows him.

And when he sings your name into the air, no one hears it but you.

You freeze.

He winks.

The wind keens behind him like a secret you've tried too hard to forget.

-

He starts to follow you.

Or maybe it's the other way around.

You don't notice it at first—the way he's there when the storms come. When the crowds get too loud. When the silence gets worse than the noise.

He never asks questions.

He never makes you talk.

He just plays.

Sometimes, when you're shaking, he sits beside you and hums until your bones stop aching.

And when you ask him why he won't just leave you alone, he only says:

"Because the wind chose you."

You don't understand.

You don't want to.

But a part of you remembers.

The sound.

The storm.

The promise made in a place the gods have long since buried.

-

The nights grow colder.

The stars seem brighter.

The dreams come harder.

You see her again—Celeste, her white veil soaked in blood, reaching for you from a cliff made of sky.

You hear her voice, but not the words.

You wake with the wind screaming in your lungs.

He's there every time.

He never asks what you saw.

You never tell him.

You don't have to.

He already knows.

-

It starts with a melody.

Low.

Lonely.

Ancient.

It curls beneath your skin like a memory you never asked for. The moment he plays it, something burns in your chest. Not pain—recognition.

You ask him what it is.

He smiles. "A lullaby for those the sky forgot."

And then he calls you by name.

Not your given name.

The one you buried.

The one no one remembers.

The one she gave you.

The one the wind stole the day you fell.

You flinch.

He keeps playing.

And the air wraps around you like arms.

Like wings.

Like warning.

-

You try to leave Mondstadt.

You don't get far.

The moment you cross the bridge, the wind knocks you to your knees.

You think it's grief.

You think it's guilt.

But when he finds you on the dirt path hours later, he kneels beside you and whispers:

"It won't let you go."

You stare at him.

He looks tired.

Sad.

Older than he ever lets himself appear.

You whisper, "What am I?"

And for the first time, his voice cracks:

"Mine."

-

The bond begins in silence.

No spell. No ritual.

Just two names, spoken in the same breath, under a sky that cannot forget.

Yours.

And his.

Barbatos.

The god of freedom.

The god of wind.

The god who chose you—not to save the world, but to save himself.

And when he seals the vow, your ribs burst with sound.

The wind collapses inward.

You scream.

He holds you.

And the sky does not forgive you for surviving.

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟﾟ ⋆

SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

Vanya paced the common room of their mansion, glancing at the old posters and magazines of her siblings. Something caught her eye, hidden within a bookshelf was her book titled; EXTRA ORDINARY: My Life as Number Seven. Written by Vanya Hargreeves.

She took the book from the shelf, turning the book to read the description printed on the back. Opening the book to a note she had written for her father.

'Dad,

I figured, why not?

- V.'

Pogo, coming from the lobby, turned his head to find Vanya. "Welcome home, Ms. Vanya."

In a quick motion, Vanya turned to Pogo and addressed him with familiarity. "Pogo." Walking over to him to give a warm hug. "Hmm." Pogo patted her back as a sign of comfort.

"So good to see you." He said as they both pulled away from the hug. He saw the book in her hand. "Ah, yes, your autobiography."

"Do you know, um..." Vanya started hesitantly, looking down at the book that was in her hand. "Did he ever read it?"

"Not that I'm aware of." Pogo shook his head.

She shook her head and looked off to the side, her eyes finally landing on the portrait above the fireplace, the portrait of Number Five.

"How long has it been since Five disappeared?" She asked Pogo as her body fully turned to face the fireplace. The sound of burning wood crackling, easing the silence that surrounded them.

"Its been 16 years, 4 months, and 14 days."

"What about Mika? Is she still here?" She asked, a bit hopeful to hopefully hear that she is still, atleast, breathing.

"Yes, Ms. Vanya. She's still somewhere inside of this house. As for Number Five, your father insisted that I keep track." Pogo replied.

"You wanna know something stupid? Mika and I used to always leave the lights open for him, and on the days that I would forget, she would do it herself.

Mika was so afraid that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark, and he wouldnt be able to find us, so he'd leave again. So, she insisted that I come along with her.

Every night, we'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on, and it stopped as Mika..." Vanya reminisced, looking back at all the times where she and her sister sat and waited for Five to come back, hours into the night.

"Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." Pogo and Vanya shared a small laugh about it.

He glanced slightly at the painting and turned to Vanya. "Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope."

"And look where that got him." She replied, a frown settling in her face.

-

Somewhere in the academy, Allison slides open a door to what seems like an old office, papers scattered across the desks, ink spilled on the floor, and files were everywhere.

She walked in and a common memory that all the siblings shared, flashed.

'Sir Reginald Hargreeves was working on his desk, scribbling away in a notebook, his pen making noises as he wrote down notes fast.

There was a knock on the door and without looking up, he sensed that someone walked in the room.

"The children are ready for bed, sir. They wanted to say goodnight." Grace, their beautiful mechanic mother announced, turning around to fetch the children, our dear old Reggie, still scribbling away in his notebook.

Sliding the door open, Grace motions to the children, their smiling faces brought a light into the academy, a light that soon, will never come back.

Once they saw that their father was still busy, the smiles on their lovely faces disappeared one by one. Grace sighed as she saw their father shake his head, still engrossed in what he was writing.

"Okay! Time for bed now, kids. Come along now." She cheerfully said, gesturing for the kids to leave. "Come along now."

You'd think that all of the kids left but no, Mika was still standing in the doorway. "Come along now, Mika, your father's busy. Five? Please, take Mika with you."

"He's always busy." Mika whispered silently, as she let Five pull her away from the office door. Once again, leaving Sir Reginald Hargreeves, writing in peace.'

Allison shook her head, shaking away the memory that flashed as she walks deeper into their father's old office. Slowly pushing forward as she hears rumbling from under the desk.

"Where's the cash, Dad?" There was whispering happening under the desk. Allison creeped up closer, suspicion was written all over her face. "Where's the cash?"

"Klaus? What are you doing in here?" Oh, would you look at that, Number Four, Klaus Hargreeves, was caught.

"Oh! Allison! Wow, is that you?" Klaus greeted his sister, standing up from under the desk. "Hey, come here." He was pulling Allison into a hug.

"Long time. Too long. Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph. Add it to my collection!" He put his hands under his chin, acting so sweet.

Allison saw the medical bracelet on his hand. "Just out of rehab?" Klaus denied and kept repeating it. "No. I'm done with all that."

"I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone." He started to fake his tears, Allison was still standing him with an amused face.

"And he is! He's dead. Yeah!" Klaus clapped his hands.

Their bickering continued until it was stopped by none other than Luther, who was standing in another door that leads into the office. "Get out of his chair."

As Klaus and Luther began to talk, Allison looked at Luther, there was something in her eyes that one couldn't really tell. Klaus got up to leave, his bigger brother asking him to drop something before he completely rushes out of the room.

Luther and Allison were left in the office to talk.

-

Hours later, the common room was occupied by a few of the siblings, Diego in a single couch, Allison was sat by herself in front of the coffee table sipping on a bourbon, Luther was leaning against one of the decorative tables, Vanya was nervously tapping her fingers on her leg, and Klaus was in the bar, drinking the last drops of alcohol that were left.

"I guess we sould get this started."

End

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Hello, my dears.

We're slowly getting

to the exciting part

I'd hate to leave

out a lot of details

So, I took all of them

into my own hands

Don't you love a little

family reunion?

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟﾟ ⋆

SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟﾟ ⋆

New York, 2019.

Located in the depths of the mansion, deep within the gated halls of the east wing, in a panic room where no such powers can be used, lie a sleeping beauty, or should I say, the Umbrella Academy's Siren, Mikayla Hargreeves.

Darkness was all she saw, it was all she could feel.

"Please... let me out of here." She begged desperately as if it was all she could ever do, it was the only thing she could do.

'You should have never went on that mission, little one. You were warned.'

It was an eerie voice lingering in her dark world, the same voice that told her not to go on that mission that costed Mika her life. The very mission that killed someone important to her.

-

New York. November 11, 2005.

Exactly three years after

Number Five disappears.

It was another normal day for the Hargreeves children, them having fun out in the courtyard, Luther sitting under his favourite tree, looking out for his siblings, Vanya in her room, beautifully playing the violin, Diego somewhere in the kitchen waiting for his mother to finish up their snacks.

"Ben!" Klaus excitedly called out, "Look at this, I can float!" Demonstrating that he can somewhat hover over the grass, a mere 10 centimeter height.

"That's amazing, Klaus." Allison clapped proudly about to sit next to Luther under the tree.

Now, my dear readers, you might be wondering where the little siren is. Little Mika was stood in front of the fireplace, her eyes fixed on the portrait that hung above her head.

"Its been exactly three years since you've gone." She whispered as tears were about to fall, "Give me a sign, Five. Please, give me a sign that you're still out there."

Mika wiped the tears that have now fallen on her blazer sleeve and kneeled in front of the fireplace, "I miss you so much, there was never a day I wouldn't think about you."

"How could you leave me just like that?" She now cried which alerted Diego, who was now making his way towards the girl.

Just as Diego was going to comfort her, an alarm rang throughout the mansion, signalling the kids that there was about to be a mission.

"Gather up, there is an important mission I'd like to announce." Sir Reginald Hargreeves voice boomed from the top of the staircase as the remaining six children stood, waiting for their father's command.

Vanya who quietly stood in the corner whispered, "Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?"

-

Florida. November 11, 2005.

Exactly three years after

Number Five disappears.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Florida beach. The mood was somber, but there was no time for reflection. From the ocean's depths, a swarm of menacing water creatures emerged, their grotesque forms glistening in the fading light.

Luther, with his superhuman strength, charged forward, swinging a piece of driftwood like a club. Each swing sent one of the creatures reeling back into the water.

Diego, with his knives shining due to the sunset, moved with lethal precision, each blade he owned was finding its mark in the soft underbellies of their enemies.

Klaus, though initially hesitant, summoned the spirits of sailors who died at sea to aid in battle, spectral figures pulling the water creatures away from the shore.

"Everyone, stay focused!" Allison called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I heard a rumor, that you can't breathe!" As her power twisted the realities of the creatures, they convulsed and collapsed as they gasped for air.

Somewhere on the beach was Ben, his monstrous tentacles unleashed from his chest, fought valiantly beside his siblings. The horror of his powers was a stark contrast to his very sweet and gentle demeanor, but today, Ben was using his powers with deathly efficiency.

On the edge of all this chaos stood Mika Hargreeves, sinking her feet into the wet sand. As a siren, her powers were tied to the water, yet she had not unlocked her full potential as all the enemies she fought before were on land.

Today, however, she had no choice but to jump into the sea. She slowly lowered herself into the depths, feeling the cold water swirl around her ankles, then her knees, and finally her waist.

Seeing the siren, Luther called out to her, "Mika, are you sure about this?"

"I have to, Luther. We have no other choice."

As the water enveloped her, Mika felt a strange energy coursing through her veins. Her senses sharpened, and an uncontrollable force surged within her. Her vision blurred, and she fell into an unconscious state, her body contorting as her powers took over. Her once human form began to morph, scales appearing on her skin, her eyes glowing a haunting blue.

'Beneath the waves, where shadows play,

A song of sorrow calls today.

Come closer now, drawn by the tide,

In the depths, where secrets hide.'

An eerie melody began to emanate from Mika, an ancient song that reverberated through the water and air.

'Silver moon, light our path,

Guide the lost through ocean's wrath.

Waves will cradle, voices blend,

In the deep, where dreams descend.'

The creatures, drawn to the sound, became entranced, their aggression turned into confusion, while her siblings were struggling to battle out the song. But the power was too much for Mika to handle, and it lashed out uncontrollably.

With the sudden burst of energy, the beach fell silent, and the ancient song was left unfinished. When the remaining members of the Umbrella Academy gathered their bearings, they found Ben lying still on the sand, his face pale and barely breathing. Allison on the other end screamed, rushing towards her other siblings. The remaining sea creatures, who were still disoriented by Mika's song, retreated back into the ocean, their threat momentarily neutralized.

Luther and Diego rushed to Mika's side, pulling her out of the water. She lay next to Ben unconscious, her transformation slowly reversing. Klaus ran and knelt by Ben, tears streaming down his face as he glanced at both his siblings.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening." He whispered.

As the siblings were grappled with grief and confusion, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the beach—Sir Reginald Hargreeves. His face was impassive as he was surveying the scene.

"We cannot afford to have this distraction." Reginald said coldly. "Allison, you know what you must do."

Allison's eyes widened in horror. "No, I can't—"

"You will." Reginald interrupted, his tone stern and would not accept any argument.

"I heard a rumor..."

End

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Hello, my dears

I hope you enjoyed this one

It dives into the depths of

Mika's forgotten past

What do you think will happen

if she finished her song?

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟﾟ ⋆

SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

In the streets of New York, an empty mansion was located, owned by eccentric billionaire, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, who was now pronounced dead.

The beautiful mansion that was once lively with the eight children running around, that mansion was now cold and empty, it stood still in time.

One other thing that stood still in time that was not the mansion, hidden somewhere deep in the depths of its halls, was the preserved sixteen-year-old body of their sibling, Number Eight, Mikayla Hargreeves.

Poor little Mika was locked in one of the panic rooms, deep in the mansion's gated halls as soon as she was brought back home, unconscious from her first mission in a long time. Mika went from greiving the loss of her Number Five, to insisting that she was ready to go on a mission after three long years, to returning home, barely even awake and breathing.

None of her remaining siblings could remember what happened to the little Siren of the family, it was a mystery that the others are not ready to uncover.

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The woman that played in the darkened concert hall was now on her way to the mansion that belonged to her father. Number Seven, Vanya Hargreeves, was in a taxi on her way to what once was 'The Umbrella Academy'.

As she sadly looked out of the taxi window, raindrops softly brushing the glass that was protecting her from the rain, she was thinking countless of thoughts that were messing up her emotions.

Vanya was in deep thought until the taxi driver knocked on the small window separating them, "Miss? We're here."

Vanya got out of the taxi, looking up with saddened eyes, there it was, standing tall and proud in front of her was the mansion that used to be her home. Opening the doors to the lobby, she walked around, entering the common room, "Hey, mom."

"Mom?" Vanya called out again to her mother who was sitting in a chair, staring deep into an empty space.

"Vanya?" Another voice called out, walking down the stairs, "You're actually here."

Vanya turned around to reveal her other sister, Number Three, the famous Allison Hargreeves.

"Hey, Allison." "Hey, sis." The two greeted each other, Allison pulling Vanya into a much needed hug.

"Ah. What is she doing here?" A male voice was now in the picture, walking out of the common room. "You don't belong here. Not after what you did." Number Two, Diego Hargreeves, scoffing as he went past his sisters.

"You're seriously gonna do this today?" Allison asked Diego as the man simply ignored her and went upstairs. "Way to dress for the occasion by the way." She continued.

"At least I'm wearing black." Diego responded, disappearing into the halls of the mansion.

"You know what? I–– Maybe he's right." Vanya spoke softly looking at Allison, "–And I shouldn't––."

"Forget about him." Allison cut her off and smiled a bit, "I'm glad you're here."

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Upstairs in Sir Reginald's bedroom, stood tall beside the bed, rummaging through the stuff scattered in the room was Number One, Luther Hargreeves.

Diego was outside, walking the halls, then walking into their father's room, finding Luther looking out the window.

"I can save you some time." Diego called out to Luther as he leaned on the door frame. "They're all locked." He motioned to the windows.

"No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary." He lists them down as he enters the room towards Luther.

"Oh, you got big, Luther. What's the secret, huh?" He taunts his brother, "Protein shakes? Low carbs?"

"What do you want?" Spoke Luther.

Diego pulls something out of his pocket, a piece of paper, and hands it to Luther. "The autopsy report."

As Luther was about to take the file from Diego, "Ah." Diego teased one last time and raised the paper just as Luther was about to grab it.

"Before you take this, how's Mika? Have you seen her? Is she even alive?" He asked, his mood changing slightly.

"Dad never allowed me near the halls where she was locked in." Luther replied.

"Well, Dad's dead now, ain't he? What's stopping you from finding her?"

"Just hand me the autopsy report, Diego. And you have this, why?" Luther finally grabs the paper and opens it.

"Well, that's because I... broke into the coroner's office." Diego turned around, sat in a random chair, crossed his arms, and smirked. "And surprise, surprise, Dad's death was... normal. Just a boring, old heart failure." He finished.

"Yeah, so?" Luther retorted.

"So, why're you in here, checkin' all the windows?" Diego asked, deep in his mind, he was suspicious of his brother.

"Were you the first one on the scene?" Pushed Luther. "Pogo found him." Diego replied calmly.

"Yeah, I talked to Pogo. He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle nor the keys to the gated hall." Luther told Diego as he asked, "and your point being?"

"Can you think of a single time you saw Dad and he wasn't wearing that monocle? No. Which means someone took it." Luther pushed. "Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died."

"There is no mystery here. Nothing to avenge. Nothing to solve, nothing like that." Diego replied, slightly annoyed. "Its just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house."

"Just like he deserved." Diego ended the conversation, got up from the chair and started walking out of the room.

"You should leave." Luther whispered.

"Whatever you say, brother. I'm off to find Mika." Diego spoke as he turned the corner on his way to find their sister.

End

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Hello dear readers

The next chapter will dive

into the depths of what happened

to our dear Mika Hargreeves

What do you think

went on in that mission?

[kaedeharakaori]

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𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

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SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

In a darkened concert hall, a beautiful woman takes the stage, violin in her hand, raises her bow, and begins to play 'The Phantom of the Opera'. As her haunting melody carries through the concert hall.

Somewhere across the desolate wasteland, a figure makes its way through the cramped, dark hallway of a base, buttons being clicked, and machines buzzing. There was a lonely atmosphere circling the figure, Opening the door to reveal 'the moon'.

In the midst of a robbery happening, glass shattered around a father who's being thrown around by someone in black. "Show me where the safe is, or your family is dead! Where's the safe?" The man in black threatened the father as his family's screams were heard.

One of the robbers was harshly grabbed as someone in a suit who has a mask (it has similarities to batman, although unfortunately, cheaper.) and snaps the robber's neck. This masked man now fighting off the robbers in the house with his knives.

On a red carpet near central square, stood someone who is perhaps famous, struttig and posing for the paparazzis who gleefully took her photos. "Over here, over here!" chanted the men.

"There's our sweetheart!" the paparazzis smiled as this famous woman kept posing for them turning left and right to get all her angles.

The same concert hall echoes the melody of the 'Angel of Music'.

In the slumps of New York, a somewhat sober man got out of his bed. Pointing to one of his roomates, "Hey, you, stay strong. I believe in you. Okay?" He then pointed to another one, "You, not so much." chuckling at his own statement.

An attendant from the other side of the window handed him his belongings as he was now free, that dame man told him, "We'll see you soon." As if the one who just got out will come back to rehab again.

"Stay sober." The attendant called out for the last time to the man leaving the building.

The man on the moon's radio beeps. 'Incoming transmission..

The masked man picked up his bloodied knife from the floor, the TV in front of him announcing something that the world never expected. "We're going now live to a breaking story."

One of the paparazzis back in the red carpet called out to the woman, "Have you heard the news? When was the last time you saw your father?"

The man who just got out of rehab, met a person in the alley and shook hands, the next second he was now in an ambulance. The siren blaring in his ears as he was on breathing support, a small TV in the corner of the vehicle was conveniently put on the news, "Breaking news..."

"Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire."

Lights went on in the what was a darkened concert hall, revealing the beautiful woman, also revealing the sadly empty room with thousads of seats.

The same woman who played the violin walks the dark streets of New York, passing by an audio store, her vision on the single opened TV.

"Breaking news... Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead."

End

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Hello once again, readers

We're only getting to the

beginning of the end

I trust that you find my

writing quite messed up,

but fear not, all will come

together soon enough